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, eyes opening to see the Doctor bent over her, hands on his knees. He extended both hands, Valarie taking them as he pulled her up with extreme ease.

"Are you alright?" He asked, examining her. His face went to panic when Valarie pressed a hand to her forehead, hissing and wincing. A dull throb of pain resides through the left side of her head, from where it must've hit the wall or floor during the horrid shaking.

"What? Here let me look." He soothed, gently pulling her hand back and holding onto her small wrist. He reached up, smoothing her hair back as he viewed the sight were a bump would eventually form.

"Seems to be just a bump. I'll examine it better in the TARDIS." He mumbled, still trying to view the bump from every angle, as if it was any different from any angle. Valarie's eyes fluttered open, meeting the window first.

"Doctor." She swallowed harshly, her voice hoarse.

"Sorry, I'm trying not to touch it best as I can." He mumbled. Believing he must've touched it and hurt her. Valarie's hands reached up, gripping his arm.

"Doctor." She said again. He peered down to her face, now worried of a concussion. He gently grabbed her cheeks, forcing her to look him in the eye as he examined hers.

"You may have a concussion. Thankfully we are in a hospital-"

"Doctor!" She barked, hand grabbing his cheeks roughly and forcing him to view the window.

Outside the window was a sight unexplainable by words. Rather than London's urban streets, it was a grey rocky view. Outer space sat outside the window; the only thing saving everyone inside from the harsh, cold atmosphere was the thin glass windows. In the distance, sat the beautiful Earth, suspended in space.

The Doctor sprung into action, rushing towards his bed and scooping the clothes he wore into his arms and yanking the curtain shut. Valarie wandered towards the window, shifting to the open bed next to the Doctor's and sitting on the edge. Her arms folded as she viewed the window, two women pushing into the room. Valarie recognized them as the students from earlier.

Valarie listened to the two speak; one obviously more panicked then the other.

"It's real! It's really real!" One gawked, observing outside the window. The other sniffled, panic obviously overriding anything.

"Hold on." She said, reaching for a window before the panicked one lunged at her.

"We'll lose all the air!" She whimpered, looking at her counterpart like she was crazy when she motioned to the windows.

"But, they're not exactly air tight. If the air was gonna get sucked out it would've happened straight away but it didn't!" She explained, Valarie mentally applauding her. She wouldn't have realized that herself, and even she knew this place wasn't air tight. She had learned that when she spent the night here are severely breaking her arm as a kid; which still popped awkwardly sometimes from how bad the break had been.

"So how come?" The woman asked, viewing the window. Suddenly, the curtain behind them jerked open, revealing the Doctor in his blue suit.

"Very good point. Brilliant, in fact. What was your name?" He questioned, oddly amused by how she had pointed something out even he would have failed to notice.

"Martha." She responded.

"Martha Jones?" Valarie asked, eyebrow raised as a kind smile played her lips. Martha nodded.

"Well, Martha Jones, question is how are we still breathing?" He asked, taking quick strides towards the window leaning up, peering over the top. Valarie took to his side, leaning downward to soak the view in more.

"We can't be!" The other woman sobbed.

"Obviously we are so don't waste my time." The Doctor spat, tone flat as he continued to inspect the windows. A stifled laugh attempted to escape Valarie's threat, but she forced it down.

"Martha, what've we got? Is there a balcony on this floor, or a veranda?"

"By the patients lounge yeah." Martha confirmed, nodding as the Doctor leaned down, eyeing Martha.

"You fancy going out?" The Doctor questioned. Martha nodded and mumbled a 'okay'.

"We might die." The Doctor warned, now eyeing Valarie and Martha closely.

"We might not." Valarie asserted. The Doctor's eyebrow peaked and smile spread.

"Willing to take the chance that we won't." Martha folded her arms, eyes wide and somewhat hopeful.

"Good. Come on." He cooed, beginning fast strides before pointing a finger at the other woman.

"Not her, she'd hold us up." He quipped, and continued on his face pace as if he had never spoke at all. Valarie and Martha followed closely, Valarie sticking a hand out to Martha.

"Valarie Scott."

Martha took her hand, giving a kind smile and quick shake before she released and the twos head spun back to the Doctor.

They reached the veranda in seemingly no time, the Doctor eyeing the two as he rested a hand in the door. He sucked in a breath, the two women mimicking him before he opened the door.

The door simply clicked, and opened. They didn't freeze immediately. A terrible force didn't force the air out. Nothing.

The Doctor released his breath, sucking in a new one to test the waters. Valarie slowly exhaled through her nose, taking in another breath as Martha tested the air also. The Doctor folded his arms behind his back, Valarie moving closer to the edge as she truly got to see Earth now. It forced her into a trance almost, as Martha and The Doctor spoke.

"We've got air. How does that work?" She laughed, almost not believing her own words.

"Just be glad it does." The Doctor affirmed, moving towards the edge as the three gazed at Earth.

"I've got a party tonight." Martha revealed, her eyes locked on the large blue and green planet before her.

"It's my brothers twenty-first." She nodded."My mother's gonna be really, really, really...."she trailed off, voice weakening as she sounded like she was gonna cry. The Doctor's head whipped towards Martha, Valarie still in a trance between them.

"Wanna go back in?"

"No."

"You sure?"

"No way." Martha gawked, before quickly revealing a morbid truth with a smile.

"I mean, we could die any minute but, all the same. It's beautiful."

"You think?"

"How many people want to go to the moon? And here we are!" Martha gawked.

"I'm still waiting to be rudely woke up by my alarm." Valarie mumbled, smiling to herself.

"But here you are. Standing in the Earth light." He observed, the blue light reflecting off all of their faces.

"What do you think happened?" He questioned, looking to Martha.

"What?"

"What do you think?" He asked once again. Martha took a moment to think, then spoke boldly.

"Extraterrestrial. It's gotta be. I don't know, a few years ago that would've sounded mad, but these days? That spaceship flying into Big Ben." Martha began, pointing out the several events that had taken place in a few years.

"Christmas, with everyone on the roof and that thing on the television." Valarie remembered. Unlucky for her family, her father was a-positive. Meaning out of all of her family, three needed up on the roof. Her father, grandfather, and herself.

"I was one of 'em, ya know." Valarie's eyes flickered to Martha, finally torn from Earth for once.

"I was up on the roof. I remember opening a package my brother got me- then next thing I now I'm on the ledge of the apartment building; so close in fact, I swear my toes dangled off the edge. Nearly fell from shock when I came too, but one of my brothers grabbed me." Valarie remembered, eyes flickering over to the Doctor who watched her closely. She looked down slowly, eyes lingering on her shoes.

"Papa Martin wasn't as lucky. None of us noticed he had slipped until...."she trailed off, letting the sentence end itself in silence.

"Those cybermen things in the streets." Martha rembered before her expression hardened.

"I had a cousin, Adolea. She worked at Canary Wharf. She never came home." Martha grimly said, drawing in a shaky breath. The Doctor observer the two, before mustering up a thousand things to say. But only two words managed to come out.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, Martha choking before mumbling something unheard

"I was there, in the battle. It was.."he mumbled, eyes watching Earth closely as a vivid scene of Canary Wharf played on repeat in his mind. He couldn't shake it out, until Martha spoke. The scene's loop broke and shattered.

"I promise you, Mr.Smith, we can find a way out. If we travel to the moon, then we can travel back. There's got to be a way."

"It's not Smith. That's not my real name." He explained, walking to the other edge of the balcony to examine it.

"Who are you then?" Martha asked, Valarie's eyes now fixed out into space again. The scene haunted her. She could remember it all. No one spoke about that Christmas anymore.

"I'm the Doctor." He revealed, Martha laughing at the truly odd name.

"Me too, if I pass my exams." She laughed. A laugh rose from Valarie's throat and she hung her head shaking it.

"What is it then, Dr.Smith?"

"Just the Doctor." He blankly put, walking to thenorher edge to observe it.

"How do you mean it?"

"Just, the Doctor?" The Doctor replied, amazed at how much she truly questioned it.

"What, people call you 'the Doctor'?" Martha questioned, disbelieving what he told her. Valarie nodded.

"Yup."

"Well, far as I'm cornered I'm not. You're gonna ruin that title." Martha flatly said, turning away from him.

"Well, I better start then. Let's have a look." He scooped a small rock up, returning to his former position as he hurled it. The rock vanished, but a wave of electricity didn't. Valarie frowned.

"Force field. It's keeping the air in, like the one on the TARDIS." She confirmed, recalling to the one on the TARDIS that seemed oddly more friendly.

"But if that's like a bubble sealing us in, that's means this is the only air we've got. What happens when it runs out?" Martha's eyes filled to the brim with worry as she glanced to the Doctor.

"How many people are in this hospital?"

"Dunno, a thousand?" Martha guessed.

"Possibly more." Valarie inputted, eyes watching his face contorting in extreme worry.

"One thousand people, suffocating." He grunted, a sudden gruff coming to his voice as his mind began to race.

"Who wants that?" Valarie asked, as a loud boom roared overhead.

"Heads up. Ask him yourself." The Doctor quipped, as three large pillars seemed to hover over head; the whole hospital rattling violently. They landed outside where the force field had predicted to be. From the bottom, it seemed figured marched out. They seemed like ants from the distance.

"Aliens! That's aliens!" Martha gawked. Valarie let a dismissive sigh out.

"More bloody aliens." She half groaned.

"Judoon." The Doctor revealed, eyes intense as he watched the three lines of dark figures match towards the moon. The three watched as the lines drew closer. The figures merged through the force field with ease, screams echoing from the bottom floor as they entered. The Doctor turned, making a run towards the stair and began his run downwards; Martha and Valarie closely following. Upon reaching the bottom, the three crouched and hid behind a bush.

The creatures could only be described as something resembling rhinos. They shined blue lights in everyone's forehead, before marking black 'X's in their hands.

"Aw, look down there. You've got a little shop." The Doctor cooed, obviously sidetracked from what was currently happening.

"Never mind that! What are Judoon?" Valarie asked, watching them move along the people and chairs.

"They're like police. Well," he sighed, hand clutching the railing behind the plant tightly.

"Police-for-hire. They're more like interplanetary thugs." He grimaced, watching them move from human to human. They were truly ugly creatures.

"And they brought us to the moon?" Martha questioned.

"Neutral territory. Due to galactic law they've got no jurisdiction over the Earth so they isolated us. That rain, and lightning, that was them." He explained, eyes looking to Martha and back to the Judoon.

"Brilliant. Now I know who to blame if I have a concussion from my fall." Valarie mumbled, remembering the dull throb and bruise that was forming under her hairline.

"Why are you on, Galatic Law? Where'd you get that from?"Martha asked, emphasizing the word to sound more whimsical then it was. She turned to peer at the Doctor, notice he had moved. Valarie noticed too, and glanced around, then slipped to his side to get a better view.

"Why are we under arrest? Did we trespass on the moon?" Valarie asked, still mesmerized by the Judoon.

"No, but I like that. Good thing. But no, it's not that simple." He looked back towards the Judoon.

"They're making a catalogue. That means after something non-human." The Doctor's eyes grew wide and worried. Valarie looked at him.

"That's very bad news for you." Valarie nodded, knowing how though he might appear human, he was entirely different to his core. Martha looked to them, observing them.

"Oh, your kidding me." Martha laughed, the Doctor raising a eyebrow.

"Don't be ridiculous. Stop looking at me like that." Martha was shocked completely, Valarie running a hand over her back.

"I still can't believe it." She mumbled as the Doctor stood, motioning for the two to follow him.

"What, you one too?" Martha asked Valarie as the two followed the Doctor. Valarie snorted.

"No, don't be daft. I'm human." She laughed quietly. Martha's eyebrow peaked.

"Then how did you meet him?" She asked.

"Aliens wanted to eat the chemicals in my brain." Valarie said the phrase as if it was as normal as possible, keeping her eyes trained on the Doctor's back. She looked to Martha, who starred in awe.

"Recent fire at Brion. That was us." She nodded, Martha's eyes going wide. The Doctor jerked a door open, beginning to jog as the two women were hot in his heels.

Screams echoed around as the Doctor pushed into a room, Martha and Valarie remaining outside to watch the Judoon catalogue people. Martha turned, pushing into the room.

"They've reached the third floor. What's that thing?" Valarie informed, eyes locking on the odd object in his hand. It was simply silver, with a blue tip. It buzzed softly.

"Sonic screwdriver." He flatly responded, the computer screen before him moving too quickly for Valarie to see what was up on it.

"Well, your not using it properly." Martha blurted, mistaking it for a normal screwdriver. The Doctor turned with a butt look.

"No, really it is! It's a screwdriver and," he stuck it upwards for the two to observe, "its sonic. Look." He explained, Martha laughing to push over the rubbish to view the computer.

"What else? You got a laser spanner?" She teased lightly.

"I did, but it was stolen by Amy Pancerst; cheeky woman." His voice was serious, forcing the smile of Martha's face to drop. He hit the computer screen.

"What's wrong with this computer?" He roared, before calming down and biting his lip.

"Judoon must've locked it down." He drew in a shaky, frustrated breath.

"Judoon platoon upon the moon." He sighed, rubbing his face and leaning on his elbow.

"Cause I swear we were just traveling past, just wondering. I wasn't looking for trouble, honestly. I was wanting to take Val here to the Titanic. But I noticed these plasma coils on the hospital; that lightning. That's a plasma coil. Been building up for two days so I checked in. I thought it was inside it turned out it was the Judoon up above." He rambled, voice talking so fast Valarie found difficultly keeping up.

"What're they looking for?" Martha asked quietly.

"Something that looks human but isn't." The Doctor sighed, voice quietly.

"Like you. But not you."Valarie added on, watching the Doctor closely.

"Haven't they got a photo?" Martha asked quietly.

"Eh, might be a shapechanger." The Doctor mumbled, the dread of how much trouble he really was in setting in.

"Whatever it is, can't you just leave for the Judoon to find it?" Martha asked, as the Doctor worked tirelessly at the computer.

"If they find the hospital guilty of harboring a fugitive they'll sentence it to execution."

"All of us?" Martha's voice cracked with worry at the thought of just how much mortal danger she was in.

"Oh yes. But if I can find this thing first-oh!" He yelled, pushing away from the computer.

"Judoon are thick! They are so completely thick! They whipped the records!" He roared in frustration, his hand flying back into his hair.

"Oh, that's clever."

"What're we looking for?" Martha asked.

"Oh, I dunno. Say any patient admitted in the last week with unusual symptoms. Maybe there's a backup!" He cried, lifting the entire monitor up. His hair stuck in every direction, making him look more like a mad man then he already was.

"Just keep working. I'll go ask Mr. Stoker. He might now." Martha sighed, as the Doctor soniced the back of the screwdriver.

"I'll follow." Valarie nodded, pushing Martha out the door and following her down the corridor. Martha lead her into a office, opening the door.

"Mr.Stoker, I-" Martha stopped, seeing both of the odd leather clad men in the corner. Behind the desk, a pair of feet stuck out. A elderly woman sat up, a straw in her mouth. The end was coated in blood.

"Kill them!" She bellowed, Valarie spinning on her heels as Martha pressed into her back, urging her to run. The two sprinted out, Valarie stopping to slam the door before tuning to run. The closed door should buy them at least a three second head start. Valarie watched the door, and effectively nearly collided with the Doctor. His hands prevented the collision.

"I found the back up-!"